[ As obvious as Cas has always made himself where Dean is concerned, there was never any doubt in Cas's mind that Dean cared about him. Dean is kind. He's infinitely loving, and that Dean is the closest thing Castiel has ever had to a friend is a real, inarguable truth. But anything that Dean could consider "incredible" about Castiel is a relic of the past.
Anyway, sex is honest, and it's easy. It's naked affection, blunt intimacy, and whatever reasons Dean has for allowing it— kindness, pity, or even love— Cas doesn't care, as long as he keeps getting it. He knows better than to take for granted the good things in life, because those good things never last. He makes a grunt of displeasure against Dean's mouth at being denied, but he's not really displeased at all. He's warmed, whole-feeling in a way he isn't anymore, except when Dean is touching him, or sleeping beside him, or smiling at him.
There is lube in the first aid kit dropped to the floor: Dean's, actually, since Cas hasn't managed to get ahold of his own yet. Don't mind Cas borrowing that, or making assumptions, but well. Dean was pretty obvious about his intentions earlier, and Cas isn't generally optimistic, but he does like to be prepared. He grins against Dean's mouth once he feels him reaching for it, glad at least that he won't have to wait as long as he would otherwise, and he keeps stroking Dean's cock slowly between them, twisting his wrist and thumbing the tip on the way up and teasing the wet of Dean's mouth with his tongue. ]
Afraid you won't be able to hold off once you're in me?
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Anyway, sex is honest, and it's easy. It's naked affection, blunt intimacy, and whatever reasons Dean has for allowing it— kindness, pity, or even love— Cas doesn't care, as long as he keeps getting it. He knows better than to take for granted the good things in life, because those good things never last. He makes a grunt of displeasure against Dean's mouth at being denied, but he's not really displeased at all. He's warmed, whole-feeling in a way he isn't anymore, except when Dean is touching him, or sleeping beside him, or smiling at him.
There is lube in the first aid kit dropped to the floor: Dean's, actually, since Cas hasn't managed to get ahold of his own yet. Don't mind Cas borrowing that, or making assumptions, but well. Dean was pretty obvious about his intentions earlier, and Cas isn't generally optimistic, but he does like to be prepared. He grins against Dean's mouth once he feels him reaching for it, glad at least that he won't have to wait as long as he would otherwise, and he keeps stroking Dean's cock slowly between them, twisting his wrist and thumbing the tip on the way up and teasing the wet of Dean's mouth with his tongue. ]
Afraid you won't be able to hold off once you're in me?